Monday, December 23rd, 2013 – the first official day of winter break. I’m still in my PJs, and I have no intention of putting on business casual anything. I don’t need to form coherent sentences today, nor do I need…
Twas the week before break…
Twas the week before break, and all through the school The students were wired, and acting the fool The teachers were trying, lessons in hand With hope that their knowledge, in a brain it would land The students were…
Knowing Who You’re Not
I was thirteen when I found out that I apparently wasn’t who I thought I was. I remember sitting in the dinning hall at summer camp, six to a table on picnic style benches, back to back with the half-dozen…
The voice in my head wants out.
So, I wrote a book. And I want to write another one. This is a problem. To be technical, I’ve written a draft of a book. It has some issues. I can look at it critically and I know that…
Plan B: Bradford on Avon
2013 was the summer of England and France. My husband, Brent, and I hit seven cities in three weeks, taking in a mix of city and country. This is part of a series of blog posts recounting our adventures over…